Two Bridges And A Funeral Poem by David Taylor

Oh give me a poem that mellifluously speaks
with loving sounds and heartfelt beats,
that just as the refreshing rain, washes away all my stains,
wafts me on a gentle air, of music played most fair,
carries me to heavens gates, where in peace I simply wait;
for death to take me to my waiting fate.

Or if I might be so bold
let these words unfold
a waking clash of cymbals cold
a drum beat in your ear
that sets your heart afire
with such a great desire
to be free from all that's here.

And then again a hush
as in silence, its inward rush
tells me not to seek
more words which hide
Your presence in which
all this resides.